Before Your Time

Who wants a genius anyway

Who worries if he's had enough sleep?

I'd take the bad news anyday

If it meant you were mine to keep

Sweet is the certified nervous wreck

Who now and then likes to appear

To lecture the night and the empty space

And sleep in the cradle of my ear

A few pills a day keeps the anger away

"The people can go," he says, "the furniture stays."

Trying to find a warm place to hide

Maybe born before your time

How unfair to our human eyes

How I wish you were alright

'Cause I worry...

Hello to the ghost of the eighty-eight

My favourite Canadian mess

Remembered the sound of the galaxy

and came here expecting no less

How many nights did you lock up in side of that

Terrible lonely streak and those beautiful eyes

Trying to find a warm place to hide?

Maybe born before your time

How unfair to our human eyes

How I wish you were alright

'Cause I worry about you.